September  '77  

Port  Elizabeth  weather  fine  

It  was  business  as  usual  

In  police  room  619  

Oh  Biko,  Biko,  because  Biko  

Oh  Biko,  Biko,  because  Biko  

Yihla  Moja,  Yihla  Moja  

The  man  is  dead  

When  I  try  and  sleep  at  night  

I  can  only  dream  in  red  

The  outside  world  is  black  and  white  

With  only  one  colour  dead  

Oh  Biko,  Biko,  because  Biko  

Oh  Biko,  Biko,  because  Biko  

Yihla  Moja,  Yihla  Moja  

The  man  is  dead  

You  can  blow  out  a  candle  

But  you  can't  blow  out  a  fire  

Once  the  flames  begin  to  catch  

The  wind  will  blow  it  higher  

Oh  Biko,  Biko,  because  Biko  

Yihla  Moja,  Yihla  Moja  

The  man  is  dead  

And  the  eyes  of  the  world  are  

watching  now  

watching  now